Kayciarika- No I certainly don't mind you leaving a review every chapter, and please continue to do so! LOL

Riz- Yeah, my parents are expert pranksters, so scaring my mom would result in an epic prank war against both my parents that I would surely lose…LOL Now Riz, please control yur inner fangirl, I have a strict rule, and if she goes rabid on us I will have to give you a shot. LOL Glad you are such a dedicated reviewer, and I love the fact you always write such LONG reviews! I adore long reviews, they make me happy.

Also, I am working on the mother's day tribute as we speak ;-)

Night-fury1- Everything is Pitch's fault…LOLOL

Lovepuppy- The fluffies will come back! I will bring them back! Somehow…. LOL Yes, they need to learn how to play together before they can help each other LOL. Cannot wait to read that chapter, please let me know when you write it!

Inhumane side- thank you for the kind words, and I will try, but I cannot guarantee that I can stay awesome as that is a very big shoe to fill LOL You were partly right, because remember, Bunny had to remind himself that they were real and who he was, so it is a very scary moment for poor Bunny.

Myheartsdesire- THANK YOU! I have really been trying to put my heart and soul into these angst scenes, and I don't want to make Bunny too weepy…LOL

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Who's ready for some more Human Bunny?

Ok girls…stop swooning…you're making my keyboard all slobbery…

"What is happening to me?"

The question rang in North's mind as he studied in his personal library, searching for a clue as to why Bunny could not see them or the workshop for that small space of time. He had an idea, but he hoped he was wrong, because if he wasn't they only had a small amount of time before they could change the Pooka back to his normal self. Burying his face into his hands, the normally jolly man breathed a heavy sigh over the rabbit he had known for centuries, praying that somehow everything would turn out well and that they would not have to face the terrifying that could very well be looming ahead for his friend.

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Bunny sat alone at the table in the kitchen, his head resting on his arms, his eyes narrowed with thought. He couldn't explain what had happened that day, but for some reason he felt like a radio going in and out of range, unable to pick up a signal. One minute he was celebrating his victory with the popsicle, and then he was alone in a freezing cold cave, in the middle of the North Pole. What could possibly explain what had occurred? He didn't know, all he did know was that he was scared, for his present and his future. Suddenly a creak sounded behind him, and the former Pooka whirled around to face Jack, who was standing behind him holding a plate of cupcakes, his features set in a gentle smile one would use when trying to coax a frightened child to trust. Walking forward, the boy sat next to Bunny, and set a cupcake in front of him. Aster gave the cupcake a suspicious look, then hesitantly picked it up, and bit into it.

Emerald eyes closed in rapture "Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting" the youth sighed happily.

"Yep," Jack chirped as he picked up his own cupcake "I made them myself yesterday, and thought you would like one."

"When did ya learn how to cook?" Bunny asked in between bites of cupcake.

"Just this past year," the sprite replied licking all the frosting off the cupcake before biting into it "Phil has been teaching me how so that they can try to convince the elves to stop trying."

Aster let out a laugh, and then flicked Jack on the forehead with his finger "Don't lick all the frosting off ya dummy," he chuckled "yer ruinin' the experience of a proper carrot cupcake."

"I can eat it any way I want," Jack said with an indignant sniff "so stop bossing me around on how to eat the cupcake that I made."

"Yer so childish," Bunny sighed as he reached for another cupcake "Ya should act more yer age."

"Yeah," the pale boy scoffed "so says the guy who is actually a kid, but acts like an old man."

"I do not," Bunny squawked "and stop callin' me a kid!"

Jack gave the former Pooka a mischievous grin before bringing another cupcake up to his mouth and slowly licking all the frosting off. Aster rolled his eyes, and returned to his midnight snack, licking his fingertips and smacking his lips. Standing up, the teen ruffled Jack's head, and then walked out of the room.

"Thanks for the snack mate," he called over his shoulder.

Jogging up the steps, the youth ran to his room, changed into a black tank top and grey shorts, and collapsed on the bed his gaze pensive as he examined the ceiling his mind reeling with questions and worries. Chewing on his bottom lip, the boy reached for the pack he had brought with him from the lake, and pulled out his sketchbook and some pencils. Drawing always soothed him, especially when he was nervous or scared, and he was definitely both of those at the moment. Leaning up onto the headboard, Bunny braced the pad of paper against one leg, and began to sketch out the frozen tundra spreading out beyond his window. His chest clinched tighter and tighter as thoughts tumbled through his mind, causing his hand to shake, and his mouth to go dry. Would he ever return to his original state, or would he stay in a human form forever?

"Look at the big brave bunny rabbit," a voice whispered from the dark "you seem rather pathetic if you asked me."

"Well I didn't Pitch," Aster snarled immediately leaping to his feet "and ya can keep yer opinions to yerself, ya coward."

"Strong words, for one so weak, and…helpless."

A shadow skittered across the floor barely grazing Aster's toes causing him to give a small yelp and leap back onto his bed. Casting an angry glare across the room, the former Pooka growled "I'm not weak, I may be in human form, but that doesn't make me helpless!"

"Oh, you are so much more than just in human form," the Boogeyman hissed as he melted out of the shadows with a happy grin "and you are helpless, you know it, especially after today."

Aster jerked back as if he had been slapped, his hands clenching into fists "What," he snarled "have you done to me?"

"Oh, let's see," the dark specter cackled gleefully "I turned you more than just into human form, I turned you human completely."

"Wait…What?!" Bunny gasped.

"You see Aster," Pitch sighed "I almost got rid of all of you by destroying dreams, but people can still dream if they have hope, thus why dear little Sandman is back among us. But you, if I got rid of hope, what then? The world would truly fall apart, for without hope, nothing is attainable."

"Sick as your plan is, and annoying that it has to involve me," Bunny ground out between gritted teeth "it doesn't explain why I went through Jack, or why I couldn't see the workshop."

"Hmm…" Pitch tapped a finger on his chin as he pondered whether or not to tell before finally giving a shrug "Alright, I'll tell."

Clasping his hands behind his back, the Boogeyman slowly wandered over to the bed, his eyes alight as he began to divulge the secret behind why the incident earlier in the day had occurred "Well," he began "technically you are still on the cusp of childhood. Ask any adult, true adulthood does not begin until at least twenty-one. At eighteen, you are still naïve and ignorant about how the world actually works, and so you still have a semblance of childhood belief left inside. In everyone's life, there is an awkward time between nineteen and twenty-one, and that is when change begins. When you start learning about adulthood and must cast your childhood aside, when you throw away the useless childish beliefs, and begin to take your place in society."

"But how does that affect me being able to see-"

"The Guardians?" Pitch finished "because Aster, when a child gets past eighteen, they lose the ability to see and touch them automatically. It is as natural as breathing, and happens to everyone, you know this. Some are strong of mind, enough to withstand that change to where they can still see a small glimmer of the Guardians, even as adults. But everyone will lose their ability to see the Guardians, and spirits, eventually."

"So what does that mean for me?" Bunny asked in a low voice.

"It means, Bunny," Pitch said with an evil grin full of malice "that you have until your birthday, when your human body turns nineteen, to turn yourself back. If you do not, then you will not only lose your ability to see the Guardians, but you will lose your belief in them as well, and will have no memory of ever being the Guardian of Hope!"

Bunny felt his heart drop to his stomach as he processed the Boogeyman's words "No," he whispered in disbelief "this can't be happening."

"Oh but it is," Pitch sneered "and I suggest you get busy, because as it stands you only have a few days till your birthday."

As quickly as he had come, Pitch disappeared leaving Bunny to sit in his room, heart racing with fear and worry. How long he sat there pondering Pitch's words, Aster didn't know, but what felt like hours later a strange sound ripped the former Pooka from out of his musings. Head shooting up, Aster ran across the room, his bare feet slapping against the wood as he followed the sound out into the hallway. Cocking his head, Aster felt his chest tighten as he realized that the sound was someone crying, and it was coming from Jack's room. Hoping that Pitch had not decided to give a visit to the winter child, Bunny opened the door to find Jack thrashing on his bed, hair plastered against his forehead with sweat as he cried out in his sleep. Rushing to the bedside, Aster shook his younger brother's shoulder, green eyes staring intently at the pale face in worry. With a jolt, Jack's eyes flew open, and he sat up screaming.

"NOOOOO!"

Wild blue eyes cast their gaze around until they rested on Bunny, lunging forward, the winter child gripped a hold of Bunny's shoulders "Bunny," he gasped hoarsely "can you see me?"

"Yes," Bunny said solemnly "I can see ya."

Tears filled Jack's eyes and he stared down at his blankets in relief "Thank God," he sobbed.

"Jack," Bunny asked gently one hand grasping Jack's thin shoulder "what's wrong, did ya have a nightmare…about…today?"

"Uh…" Blue eyes grew wide and Jack recoiled as if Bunny's hand had burned him and quickly retreated to his side of the bed "It was nothing."

"You weren't screamin' over nothin' Snowflake," Aster said his head cocked to the side in confusion.

"It was just a dream," Jack said quickly.

"Must have been pretty bad," Aster retorted "if I heard ya in my room."

"Look," Jack snapped "I'm fine!"

"No yer not," Bunny said in an equally harsh tone "now tell me what's wrong!"

"You DISAPPEARED!" Jack finally shouted as he turned tear filled angry blue eyes on his older brother "I dreamed that you somehow stopped believing, without wanting to, and that we had failed you! You disappeared, and walked right through me, and us, and you didn't remember who you were, or what you've done."

Bunny sat back, his mind once again reeling. He could easily say that Jack had had a nightmare about earlier that day, but something in the boy's tone made Bunny pause, something deeper was going on here. As Jack stared up into the moon, Bunny's mouth fell slightly ajar as he watched the already azure eyes become an icy almost translucent blue, and Jack began to speak in a tone that almost seemed to old and cold for his personality.

"Four times the sun will rise, and four times it will set," he murmured absently his gaze never leaving the moon "we have until the final sunset to return things to as they should be, or darkness will fall, and hope will die."

Suddenly the boy blinked and shook his head, turning back to Bunny "What was I saying?" he asked in a confused tone.

"Somethin' about four sunrises and four sunsets," Bunny said guardedly his eyes examining Jack looking for the strange look and voice that had taken over.

"Huh?" Jack said raising one eyebrow "What are you talking about, last thing I remember was you throwing a hissy fit over me not tellin' you my dream, which I'm still not talking about by the way."

Aster leaned over, and placed a hand against Jack's forehead, causing the boy to tense in discomfort. Feeling no fever, Aster leaned back and shook his head "You are so weird, ya know that?"

"Yeeees?" Jack answered slowly "And you're creeping me out."

"That's the pot callin' the kettle black," Aster huffed before spinning around and climbing off the bed "go back ta sleep ankle biter, if ya need anythin', just yell."

"Ok," Jack snuggled back underneath his blankets as he watched Bunny leave the room.

He couldn't, and wouldn't, tell Aster that he had had a dream that he had disappeared from their lives permanently. It was hard enough watching the dream Bunny walk through him and forget who he was, he didn't want to even consider that ever becoming a reality. Burying his face into his pillow, Jack heaved a bereaved sigh, and closed his eyes. As he fell asleep, he prayed that such a thing would not happen.

Aster walked back to his room, and sat on the windowsill, his face turned towards the moon. Gritting his teeth, the newly turned human curled up into himself, hugging his knees to his chest. He prayed that night, prayed that Pitch was wrong somehow, prayed that they would find the way to turn back, and most of all…he prayed that he would keep his family and not disappear out of their lives forever.

Ok, I know it wasn't my best, but it was an idea I had that would be a good way to explain why that thing happened, and would also be a foreshadowing of my next arc Visions. So let me know what you guys think, and REVIEW!

Mystichawk…where did you go? LOL I love your reviews on the Pitch scenes, and your reviews in general are always something I look forward to lol

We are at 582, and quite frankly I'm worried guys. LOL Either a lot of you have decided to stop reviewing as often as you used to, or ya just don't love me no more. Come on, let's see who the lucky winner of the 700th review and owner of the next one shot request is!